drewbrow1
(Ninja)
- Joined
- Mar 4, 2004
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- HSC
- 2004
So there's these new people moving in up the street. It's always big news when someone new moves in, usually people here just move from say 175 to 152 or from 149B to 149. Anyway, I thought I'd sidle on over and see what I could see, along with pretty much everyone else in the street. think flash mobbing.
Anyway, when i got there (disguised as 'man-on-way-to-letterbox-to-post-a-letter') there was a biggish crowd gathered around the husband-wife team, asking the usual questions ('do you have children?' 'what do you do for a living?' 'are you planning on renovating?' 'what is your gross before-tax income?' are you catholic? you'd better not be bloody catholics, we don't take kindly to catholics round here', etc). While the men were distracting them, all the women were having a team meeting at the back of the truck, trying to peek inside at all the stuff.
While all this is going on, I happened to spot a large cardboard box attached to a girl about my age, must have been the daughter, and she was at least a 12.5/10. Anyway, I can see i've got only a few seconds to carefully craft a great pickup line, all the while distracted by the girl with the box. As i'm getting closer, the best thing i can come up with is something about her handling my package any time she wants, but i decided that that probably wasn't the best way to go. By now i'm right next to her, so I figure i'll to with the old favourite "G'day!", she'll turn around, see me, probably faint at the sight of such a dashing young man-on-the-way-to-post-a-letter, i'll catch her and the box and everyone will live happily ever after.
I got about as far as G' and then BAM, right into the worst bit of pavement in the street. Naturally i tried to cover it up by pretending to be jogging, and at the time i thought i might have got away with it too, and there's no way i was gonna turn around to look, hence revealing my identity to the aforementioned girl-with-box. So i bought a new shirt at the tennis shop (dark blue and red, as opposed to the light green which i was wearing) and took my hat off for the trip back, hoping my disguise would work.
Anyway, imagine it from her point of view. You're carrying this big heavy box from the car boot across the footpath, then some guy walks up to you, shouts "gggaaaAAAAY", and runs away. Ten minutes later he walks back wearing different clothes and politely says "good morning" as though nothing had happened.
And just to make a bad day worse, there's a phil ruddock fridge magnet in my letterbox when i get back home, smirking at me.
Anyone done something worse? Please? Don't let me suffer alone here.
Anyway, when i got there (disguised as 'man-on-way-to-letterbox-to-post-a-letter') there was a biggish crowd gathered around the husband-wife team, asking the usual questions ('do you have children?' 'what do you do for a living?' 'are you planning on renovating?' 'what is your gross before-tax income?' are you catholic? you'd better not be bloody catholics, we don't take kindly to catholics round here', etc). While the men were distracting them, all the women were having a team meeting at the back of the truck, trying to peek inside at all the stuff.
While all this is going on, I happened to spot a large cardboard box attached to a girl about my age, must have been the daughter, and she was at least a 12.5/10. Anyway, I can see i've got only a few seconds to carefully craft a great pickup line, all the while distracted by the girl with the box. As i'm getting closer, the best thing i can come up with is something about her handling my package any time she wants, but i decided that that probably wasn't the best way to go. By now i'm right next to her, so I figure i'll to with the old favourite "G'day!", she'll turn around, see me, probably faint at the sight of such a dashing young man-on-the-way-to-post-a-letter, i'll catch her and the box and everyone will live happily ever after.
I got about as far as G' and then BAM, right into the worst bit of pavement in the street. Naturally i tried to cover it up by pretending to be jogging, and at the time i thought i might have got away with it too, and there's no way i was gonna turn around to look, hence revealing my identity to the aforementioned girl-with-box. So i bought a new shirt at the tennis shop (dark blue and red, as opposed to the light green which i was wearing) and took my hat off for the trip back, hoping my disguise would work.
Anyway, imagine it from her point of view. You're carrying this big heavy box from the car boot across the footpath, then some guy walks up to you, shouts "gggaaaAAAAY", and runs away. Ten minutes later he walks back wearing different clothes and politely says "good morning" as though nothing had happened.
And just to make a bad day worse, there's a phil ruddock fridge magnet in my letterbox when i get back home, smirking at me.
Anyone done something worse? Please? Don't let me suffer alone here.
